The sand slips between my fingers, The last shards of humanity falter and cave in, A single shadow of what I used to be walks a desert of emotion,

This is the desert of faded emotions, Sadness, hate, as well as joy are tangled together, Hollow houses rise above the sand, Burnt out, ransacked, and robbed, Broken and bitter they are but markers of the past,

Sun bleached bones mark a path, A path that leads to the end of all things, Where the sand meets water, Where the crazed emotion meets the tranquility of the water,

The shadow of what I am stands at the coast line, Looking at the water, Looking at his sanity, He will never touch it, For he is afraid he will be socked up from the sand and no longer be,

Because he is a shadow of a broken me, If my mind becomes clear he can't keep me chained, I'll be fee and he will die, So he will forever stand on the cost line but never touch the water,

He likes keeping me chained, But he doesn't know theirs a tidal wave of serenity coming